The waiting room
I came in the room crying
with shock of the sublime.
The doctor would meet me
when he thought it was the ideal time.
As I grew up,
I understood where I was
It wasn't really a bad place,
More like a play between the pause.
I met many a nice people
waiting with me here
Since I had the time,
I exchanged smiles and tears.
Not all whom I met were kind
Elders told me to try heal their tear.
I saw many people leave me
as the doctor called them near.
I liked one person in particular
I spent most of my time with him,
Together, we added a few new members
but the chances of meeting the doctor were still slim.
Finally came my turn and as surprised as I could be
I already felt pretty healed
and wasn't quite wanting to go
but everyone must as destined.
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